Lamb of my wool
lamb of many colours
wee jamie wrapped in thee,
more wool than mother
a touch of jealousy.
lambs, thought it all so funny
see a lamb wearing all that wool
no care looking awe so rare
humans, I am incredibly so cool.
never want to be one`s lamb-chop
in ketchup, pepper or salted
stew me with fresh vegetables
re-name me a home-made balti.
me to roam where lambs feel at home
a grassy hillside amongst scottish heather,
plenty of green grass to chew everyday
complaining about cold drizzy weather.
I wear a coat of different colours
lovingly wrapped around me,
strange, lonesome mountain boy,
languages understood by a tree.
spoke the voice of the black-sheep
one who really stood out with no friends,
be the leader, you choose to follow
our journey`s carry on without any end.
© James Douglas Stevenson 2005